I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 448 - 40: The Revered Name of My God, Avogadro

The morning exercises of the Imperial Guard are very similar to the Knightly Path. After Simmons arrived, he began his daily training. The knights able to enter the ninth unit were all elites selected from the major city’s Knight Orders and Canon Law Schools of Moncalleta and would be the new King’s followers in the future. Holman, needless to say, was well-known in Moncalleta from an early age; his grandfather was a pillar of the nation, his father was a pillar, and he would be one as well. But Simmons was unexpected; he rose suddenly, crushing Zheng Shengxun in the semi-finals of the Glory Battle, and tied with Holman in the finals. Within the ninth unit, Captain Holman was steady and serious, while the other deputy captains were inherently proud. Only Simmons was the most amiable and humble, thus having the best relations with others. After all, everyone likes capable yet respectful people.

Only Simmons knew that whenever he tried to show off, he would end up hurt. After many times, he gradually changed, treating everyone the same way. After all, he felt unworthy of knights’ respect, being merely a Three Lives.

Mist Continent, Divpo City, Sarawo Mountain Mine.

In Batty’s big warehouse, apart from Batty, there were only seven people, while the rest of the Rotas were already working, forming layers of defense to prevent interruptions.

On Mist Continent, being able to resist whispering means salvation, which only a Deity can grant. Obviously, the wooden fish is not the power of the Triune Deity. A Deity had crossed Mist Continent, chose the followers, and granted protection.

In accepting this divine favor, they had already chosen their position.

Bamuta, Yalamu, Hose, Andarila, Kolan, Roshan, Kram. These seven were the seven warehouse heads of Sarawo Mine. Actually, Bamuta was the oldest, had been in the mine the longest, and once was a Lightkeeper. Even with the Sheren identity, he hadn’t left the mine, and due to Bamuta’s presence, the living conditions of Rotas here were slightly better, although only slightly. Now Batty had become the new leader of the Rotas here, the master of ceremonies. Except for one wooden fish used by Batty, each of the other seven had one, used together at night to maximize the coverage of the wooden fish’s sound, allowing more people to receive salvation. But even so, it was still not enough; they had to divide regions and rotate.

"Batty, the news is back. After the wooden fish was sent out, it lost its effect." Yalamu said. Everyone wanted to address Batty respectfully as the master of ceremonies, but Batty disagreed since these titles were not deserved without the gentleman’s permission, so they continued to address each other by name.

Batty nodded, not surprised, as the wooden fish’s effect was gradually diminishing. Every time the gentleman descended, the wooden fish’s effect was the best, then it would slowly weaken.

"Does the Deity have any new instructions?" Bamuta asked. The old man, thin and wiry, sat cross-legged, his bald head shiny and very spirited.

"Karuni is monitoring us," Batty said.

The crowd was startled; Karuni was Tishili. If it was found that their anomaly was due to another Deity, they might all be slaughtered. The crowd also felt a chill; Tishili disposed of Rotas faster than slaughtering livestock.

"The gentleman will act," Batty said.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. The gentleman was Batty’s name for the Deity, which others did not dare to follow.

Everyone looked at Bamuta. Bamuta was silent for a while, then asked, "Batty, can we know the revered name of the great existence so that when we pray, we know who we are asking for protection. Since we have already chosen, we won’t betray even in death."

The Triune Deity protects the First Respectful Gate and Tishili. Rotas were abandoned, generation after generation. Some awakened Rotas had already despaired of the Triune Deity. In salvation, the Creator God once said that when there is atonement, there will be salvation. This salvation was obviously not referring to the Triune Deity. A new Deity will descend; every Rota knew this oracle, but many became numb over time until Batty appeared with the wooden fish.

The seven of them all looked eagerly at Batty. Batty knew last time, but only now after the Round Table Conference, the gentleman still did not stop him, so he knew he could tell.

"The gentleman’s revered name is Avogadro."

Bamuta and others couldn’t help but get excited; obtaining the Deity’s revered name meant they could pray to the Deity truly willing to save them. This was the light to the Rotas drowned in boundless despair.

"Our God’s revered name is Avogadro." Naturally, Batty clasped his hands together.

The crowd clasped their hands and bowed down; gaining the Deity’s revered name meant they would no longer be lost.

At this moment, Batty felt some change in the life-and-death Mother Blade within him...

In the luxurious estate of "Dragon Capital," Christian held his coffee, basking in the morning sunlight. His diary was already written; he didn’t know why he wrote especially fast today. Gemini, this kid, actually invited him first. This should have been Miss Aries’ chance!

What a pity.

He sipped the coffee. Under the sun, the thin layer of coffee oil glowed golden, and the steam carried the aroma, exhilarating the spirit. "Actually, giving him a chance in such nice weather isn’t bad."

Christian muttered to himself. What a pity; he disliked making appointments ahead of time, which made him feel troublesome, uncomfortable, but not appointing made it more troublesome now, so forget it.

Looking back at the red notebook, Christian wanted to record something again, carrying the coffee back to his seat, opening his beloved notebook.

"Miss Aries’s sorrow has diminished, seems her situation has improved."

"Taurus is getting up there in age, still so immature, doesn’t know how to conceal emotions at all."

"Gemini, nothing much to record. He should focus his energies on cultivation!"

"To add, how does he know I like coffee?"

The handwriting here was lively.

"Leo, some simple-minded, physically strong hope he doesn’t follow Gemini."

"Libra, only he and Miss Gemini meet the standards at the Round Table Conference: young, talented, yet poised."

"Virgo must have been here, but won’t join everyone’s gathering; this person is impure in intentions, need attention."

Christian scanned through; he usually liked to write extensively, but today was concise. His gaze shifted to the window again; such nice weather could even occasionally take a break from seclusion.

Suddenly, Christian stood, walked to the door, and pushed it open, where a butler stood respectfully.

"Young master, where are you going?" The butler asked, surprised.

"On such a fine day, go out for a stroll, prepare the carriage," Christian said indifferently.

"Young master, aren’t you at an important point in cultivation? Going out now?" The butler’s expression showed some concern.

Christian’s chin lifted slightly, "Are you instructing me on what to do?"